Spanked Outside Novels & Stories

I took a decision that day, I took my life into my hands and walk on the path of success. "I didn't know you had an accident." I said softly. "It was better that way." He buttoned up. "Were you uh.. Spanked?" "No, at times spanking does not solve everything, it just help you to be more open, I wanted to lash you so bad, like 30 strokes but I change my mind. You weren't open, you weren't ready to listen, you didn't understand, you thought I was trying to control your life like some intruder, spanking might only make it worst, that was why I gave you ten strokes it help cool off your mind. At every point in life you must know what decision to take the hard way or the easy way. If I had spank y

The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable. Ethan stepped behind me, running a large, warm hand over the smooth globes of my ass. He delivered a sharp smack to one cheek, then the other. The sting bloomed hot across my skin, making me yelp. “Ten thousand dollars,” he said, spanking me again, harder. “That’s how many spanks you owe at minimum. But we’ll spread them out over the thirty days. Tonight is only the beginning.” He spread my ass cheeks, exposing everything. Two thick fingers slid through my soaked folds, gathering my wetness before pushing deep inside my pussy.

Reed finishes. “Yes, Sirs, I understand.” “Good, Oh and Baby girl, Do. Not. Cum.” They whisper in my ears in unison. The first thought I had was, how could someone cum by getting spanked? I remember my father spanking me once when I was four. Dawn and I had run off into the woods and wouldn’t answer our parents when they tried to link us and tell us to come home. Both my Dad and Alpha Sean had been so mad that when they found us both Dawn and I got three swats on the butt. I was so mad at my Dad, he had never spanked me before, and I could understand why they were so mad at us. I found out later that there had been rouges spotted on one of the borders and when we didn’t answer them they had

I set up a wireless portable CCTV inside my kid's room so I can monitor them just in case they wake up in the middle of our session. "Come on, sweetheart, let's play. Don't change your dress yet. I want to fuck you wearing that dress." I hold her hand, and we go into our playroom. I can feel how nervous she is when we enter the playroom. "To the spanking bench, sweetheart." "Ok, Daddy. Please don't be so mean." "Since you lied to me three times, I will give you three strikes with a paddle. You will thank me for every strike. Do you understand?"

he said. “Are you serious?” I asked, unsure of what was happening. Grant snapped the belt, and furrowed his brow. Katie and I did as we were told, too scared to disobey him. We both pulled down our pants, showcasing our thong underwear. “Those are cute. Aren’t they boys?” he asked. When Eric tried answering him, he shushed him and snapped his belt. I’d never been spanked in my life, and felt myself tensing up at the proposition.

Jordan said. I struggled harder against the arm he threw over me as he sat next to my legs. Suddenly I felt a sharp slap against my bared ass making me cry out before I could hold it back and to my horror, I felt slightly turned on by the whole thing. "Stay still," he snapped out. "Now, Reed mentioned how much you liked spankings, so I won't bother with that. You are to stay here and allow every person to walk by a view of that sweet little ass. And every little wiggle or protest will add more time on to your punishment."

“Stop it! Stop it this instant!” After seeing her struggle and the look on her face that seemed to say ‘Who gave you the right to spank me’, Sean’s suppressed rage started flaring up again. There was coldness between his brows. “Will you dare do something like that again?” Suddenly, Jane found this entire ordeal extremely absurd. Only disobedient children would get spanked on their buttocks, no? After parents spanked their child on the buttocks, they would then seize the wailing child and ask them if they would dare commit the same mistakes again.

Of course, the punishment was still ongoing, and every time I spanked him, he would let out a pleasant moan. I found a position that made it easy to spank his butt, where he was kneeling on the bed with his upper body leaning down, forming a wolf-like pose. I stood behind him and began my movement. I told him that since this was a punishment, it wouldn't be gentle, and that he should mentally prepare himself. He obediently found a pillow to cushion his fall and assumed the position I had instructed, cooperating with my movements.

My hair spilled down his spine, jacket riding up and the cold night air bit the bare skin of my lower back. “Put me down!” I screamed, kicking wildly and pounded my fists on his lower back. It felt like hitting a stone. Crack. His palm cracked across my ass- sharp, loud, the sting exploding through the thin fabric of my skirt. I gasped and my whole body jerked. Heat flooded my face, my chest… and- God help me- between my thighs in a traitorous rush that made me freeze. He did not- My eyes widened in horror. He just spanked me, right there in front of so many people-

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"